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Dirtycutfreak- Papa Roach -Wont you join my powwow Wont you be my soul pal Flyin like the birds We aint droppin no turds Were freakin cause were born to Can you feel the vibe You wanna dance to the beat We wont drop you like a load Pee-roach is not feeble We aint close to evil We hip hop freaks Like the 3bs People shown me trash I cant get with that My homey will is bustin out cause hes a freaked Out cat I go on with the words like billyjoebob Auction me off like a bicycle Tricycle Ill knock you on the ground Ill hit you in the head And youll still be my friend Im a dirtycutfreak Livin in the fourth dimension Not payin attention to the fools around me I sling fat rhymes see Your head is bouncin up and down All around So high on life your feet Cant reach the ground Our musics not for The weak at heart Got the power from the flower Cause we never act hard Just flowin on freakstyle All the while I will go thousands of miles To make your booty smile I give peace and love to all my peoples Tthats down and all my brothers & sisters Wanna give them a pound Onion hardcore |
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